Friday, September 30, 2005

saisaki night...

Last Wednesday night, we had our dinner at Saisaki. It has been a long time plan to eat at this place but for some reasons, we never had the chance to make it come true. Until that night, when we decided to make it a reality. Plus, I need to treat Jay because I lost!!!!! Grrr.... Anyway, here are some pics from that night...

I think I am laughing at Topeng in this pic...

Here is the Saisaki gang......Kawawang aso..ginawang basahan ni Jay...











Oi Topeng...bakit mo naman ako pinicturan e puro sushi pa bibig ko....

Monday, September 26, 2005


binati ako ni jubs!!!!hahaha...kakawindang! Posted by Picasa

text lang..ehehe


me and drei...

pier one....


this is a nice photo of pier one's logo..ehehe

eto pa!


pics... :D

more more more!!


more pics...

my SPL batchmates and friends...


itaas ang kamay...iwagayway..salute sa prof at sabay kaway...yeah!

mopre pics...


topeng has been kind enough to let me pose for a few shots..

my pics at pier one last friday

last friday, manny and i celebrated our birthday at pier one at the fort..we had so much fun that night..we invited a lot of friends.. :D these are some of the pics from that event...


Tuesday, September 13, 2005

...he got lost...

Last Sunday, we went to buy some groceries after attending the CLSS (this is a continuation post...wehhehe). We headed for Shopwise at Festival Mall in Alabang since we will be buying specific items only so that it'll be near our place. We ate for a while and we headed to buy for groceries. Usually, Apa will just tag along and walk with us as we pass by each shelf and look for an item to buy. We would call him from time to time because he's fond of making a delay and run after us (my brother loves to run). And so, we continued to shop. My mom would ask for help to read on the labels of each item and I would stand by her side and help her find the item she's looking for. My dad would usually be somewhere out there and would just find his way to us if he needs to put something ing the cart or if we're done. Kamille sometimes be with my mom and I to help look for an item or would be the one chasing after Apa.
We were almost done when we noticed that Apa's not with us. We exchanged glances for a while and after recovering; we started to have separate searches for him. I went back to the vegetables section because that was the last time I saw him tugging my mom's shirt.
I scanned each shelf hoping to see a lil fella' wearing a red Star Wars shirt but I didn't see him. As I turned back to my mom's direction, I saw him. A grocery attendant carried him and it seems that he will bring my brother to Information and to announce that a young boy was found. As I make my way back, I saw my mom hugged my brother who's been crying already. The only words that came from my brother's mouth between the sobs were "Iwan mo ko eh". My mom hugged him tightly and said sorry and assured him that he will not be left behind anymore...Even though we lost him for a short time, it was hard not to cry. We were just so happy that he was able to find his way back to us.

..as I unwrapped the gifts...

During the weekends, my family and I attended this so-called CLSS (Catholic Life in the Spirit Seminar). It has been my mom's long desire for us to attend as a family in such a spiritual activity. My mom used to be active in that prayer community but since she has been at home for several years now, she decided to quit and attend to our family's needs. Since she is the only person at home that's really into spiritual things, when she quitted, there is nobody in our home that's really into this type of activity. Don't get me wrong. I believe in God, and so does my dad and sister. It's just that maybe they feel kinda awkward doing these "prayer community" stuffs. You know, raise hands during praising...sing out loud....dance...carry a Bible....Maybe it's just that for me, being a "good" person and attend to your obligations (go to mass...pray..) is enough. For me, being active in such a community should be voluntary and not because my mom wants us to.
After being not so active in our "spiritual" life (well...my mom's spiritual life that is)..We experienced a lot of trials...I need not enumerate these things but I guess that some of my previous posts reflect the things we've have been through..We talked, as a family, and my mom said that maybe it is a wake up call from God. And she started talking about this CLSS that her previous community will be having. In my mind, I can hear myself say, "Ok..so? You'll ask us to attend, right?" In the end, my dad and mom decided that yes, we will attend. My sister and I have been talking and brainwashing ourselves because we really find the activity...err...corny.
At last, the much-dreaded CLSS is here! It was conducted for three days (Friday, Saturday and Sunday). Friday and Saturday are for teachings, sharing and singing (eekk!). Sunday is the BIG day coz it will be the baptism of the Holy Spirit as they say.
Last Saturday, my brother suddenly experienced difficulty in breathing. He suffers from some sort of respiratory illness (doctors can't find what's wrong). My sister Kamille also suffered from the same but eventually she was able to be ok (mom said coz she used to pray over my sister). Anyway, my brother has this cough and colds for so long. He's been taking a lot of medicines but still; it's just the same. That Saturday, during the lecture, my brother started grasping for air. As in he's breathing so deep as if he was so tired and he seems to be running out of gas! My mom went outside and stayed in the car. Then my dad followed and wanted to bring my brother to the hospital and leave the seminar. But my mom insisted that my brother is just suffering from "physical oppression" from the enemy because we are into a spiritual activity. That's why she firmly said that they will not leave. And so, the seminar was thru and we went home. Oh by the way, my brother was ok. After the seminar, when I went to him, he just ran past by me and teased me. Pretty much normal coz he is really an active kid.
Sunday, last day of the CLSS and the baptism. During baptism we were asked to close our eyes and receive the "gifts of the Holy Spirit". The gifts were discussed very briefly but there is one particular gift that I really thought is "weird" over the past years...the gift of tongues. They say that this is like speaking into a different language. They call it the "language of angels". They also say that human cannot understand what it is because it is the person's "spirit" praying directly to God. They also said that the gift of tongues is like a key that will let you "open" the door to unwrap the other gifts like wisdom, discernment, prophecy, interpretation, healing and perform miracles just to name a few. I find this weird coz I heard my mom pray using this and I though that it was just like she's babbling some words or something...ehehe. I attended a CLSS before and I didn't receive this gift. I just thought, that maybe I am not that "holy". But during this CLSS, it's different. As I close my eyes, and the choir is singing. I felt like I am into a different dimension. I can hear the choir and the speaker but I can't understand them. Then, I suddenly burst into tears and started babbling some words full of "Rs", Ls" and "Ss"! I can't control my tongue! It just keeps on talking, hissing and rolling. My mind is thinking hey what are you saying?? But my tongue just keeps on going. I cried a bucket of tears as I keep on babbling the words. I can't comprehend what I am saying but it seems that my "spirit" is saying something so painful that made me cry. As I wipe my tears, eyes still shut; I felt a cold breeze of air in my face. I just thought that maybe somebody turned the fan on or somebody's fanning my face. After the baptism, my mom asked me if I experienced something different, and I just told her none. I remained silent coz I really thought that the wind is just a fan.On our way home, my mom shared that she experiences a wind on her face and asked the facilitators if they opened the fan. The facilitators said...they didn't.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

stressed from being idle.....

this is another day of my working life that i experience being "idle".....got nothing to do...just sitting here in my area for 8 hours being unproductive...sometimes, being idle is a good thing.. especially if you just finished a big task that made you lose your sanity...but if everyday...and you are idle...man...it can be stressful, too!

how i wish i got something to do...instead of eating...sitting and waiting to go home...